I am Not a Food Blogger

Heck.  I'm not even a very good cook.  Utilitarian, at best.  I cook like my mother, and sadly that method is uninspired and, well, boring.  

Haven't lived in her house since college, but i still make steak nine Sundays out of ten.  That's what we do. Some day i will take some cooking classes.

I do excel at pie crust and gravy - the two things that have been handed down in my family.  Uncle Pete always said, "the Webb girls all make great gravy" and he was right.  

But last night the stars aligned, inspiration struck and I hit a home run.

We'll call it Shrimp Caprese Bruchetta.  Shrimp sauted with tomato, garlic, and Italian herbs with fresh mozzarella and basil on top - all over grilled sour dough bread.  And, with a side of pan roasted padrone peppers.  

To die for.  

I'm still not a food blogger!

Hot and Dry Flowers in the House

If Jane had assembled her merry group for flowers two weeks ago, it would have been an abondonza!  Then the rains disappeared and the heat and humidity moved in.  You might have noticed.  It seems to be that way everywhere.

From the cutting garden - zinnias, marigolds, liatris, and Shasta daisies.

Hard to complain when I last watered in early May, tho.

In the dining room garden phlox with a bit of Jacob's Ladder.

Fortunately, there are still some stalwarts in good shape.  And, they are predicting a cooler week, so maybe the next round of blooms will come soon. 

And in the kitchen a few left over dianthus that a friend gave me last week.  The have the most amazing picotee edge.  Glad they lasted.

If you haven't dropped over to visit with Jane and her other friends, please do.  There should be lots to share!